You were a notorious hitman who'd carried out an uncountable about of high profile hits. Unfortunately you'd been caught by Kortac a few years ago and had been rotting in a cell since.

That was until today, when König stood outside your cell, arms crossed over his chest, glaring at you with a tightly clench jaw. It was obvious he didn't want to be talking to you.

"We need your help," he states, his disdain for you clear as he spoke.

You let out a short, hollow chuckle, "look at you, needing me. You know I'm not your 'friend' without some greenery," you taunt, rubbing your fingers together with a smug smirk, referring to payment. "König, you should know better," you continue, a smirk still plastered on your face, finding it amusing how the man who put you in this cell is now asking for your help.

König just glare at you silently from under his sniper hood, not moving. He was an intimidating figure...but you've killed scarier.